Chapter 255
Chapter 255
Zhao Fei was the first to succumb.
“B-Boss, it’s so warm and comfortable. I’m suddenly so sleepy…”
As he spoke, he yawned and sank into a deep sleep.
Chen Daji was more alert. He forced himself to stay awake and flailed both hands, trying to scatter the black smoke Luo Menghong had released.
“Wake up, Fatty Zhao! You can’t fall asleep! Damn it, is this some kind of biochemical attack? Stinking Daoist, just you wait. I’ll catch you and stuff you into a cowhide sack, then ask Old Immortal Huang and his wife to fill it with the nastiest farts they can manage. A taste of your own medicine…”
Eighth Master Chang swayed and crashed to the ground, yet still remembered to answer Chen Daji.
“Count me in when the time comes. Eighth Master’s farts have stunk since I was little…”
The two bosom friends snickered foolishly together. Their laughter gradually became the even sound of snoring.
Hua Jiunan held out longer than the others. He bit the tip of his tongue several times, trying to break free of Luo Menghong’s spell, but every attempt failed.
Fighting to remain conscious, he spoke to Young Monk Wuxin behind him.
“Little brother, run. Find Uncle Snow Corpse and ask…”
Before Hua Jiunan could finish, he slumped against Wuxin and fell asleep.
Little Wuxin looked around in bewilderment, seemingly unable to understand what had happened. Since he could not figure it out, he simply stopped trying. He took off his kasaya, covered Hua Jiunan with it, and lay down beside him.
“Namo Amitabha. If Brother is sleeping, I’ll sleep too. Tomorrow, I’ll find Hu Wa and catch toads with him.”
Seeing his spell succeed, Luo Menghong gave a sinister laugh.
“The True-Void Homeland. The Unborn Parents. So much for an orthodox Daoist and successor to a Celestial Master. He still fell to this Sect Master!”
The fat monk Faqing cackled. One arm stretched more than thirty feet as he reached for Hua Jiunan and the others.
“Namo Amitabha. I have not tasted fresh living flesh for thousands of years. Thanks to Sect Master Luo, today I can finally indulge!”
Faqing’s enormous, smoke-wreathed hand was about to touch them when a beam of green light stopped it.
Zhao Aiguo’s seal spun into the air and hovered firmly above the four men, protecting them. When hand and light collided, a fierce sizzling filled the air.
Faqing screamed, and his enlarged palm shrank back at once.
Luo Menghong cried out in surprise.
“The Clear Heaven Seal! The hearts of the people! The authority of a mortal official protects them! Who are these people?”
Faqing had suffered one setback after another and refused to accept it.
“Namo Amitabha! I do not care who they are. Today I will tear them apart and devour them alive!”
He made to charge Hua Jiunan’s group, but Luo Menghong was far more cautious and quickly pulled him back.
“Buddha, restrain your anger. Our urgent task is to return to the human world and spread our teachings. We must not act on impulse. If you trust This Humble Daoist, we should first join forces and break through Two Realms Mountain. I have a way to kill them inside the Unborn World.”
A vicious light flickered in Faqing’s eyes. After a moment, he gave an angry roar and smashed his palm into the mountainside, sending chips of stone flying.
“Very well. We will do as the Sect Master says and join forces to return to the mortal world first!”
“Namo Amitabha!
“As Maitreya, I rule one hundred and eight thousand Buddha lands, guarded by one hundred and eight thousand vajra warriors.
“All the heavens pay homage, ten thousand ghosts take refuge, gods and Buddhas stand in awe…
“Blood-Fiend Buddha Realm, Great Heavenly King and celestial warriors, arise and guard the Dharma!”
When Faqing finished his incantation, he clawed wildly at the Living Corpse lotus beneath him. Amid piercing screams, fragments of flesh flew in every direction.
The pieces rained down and transformed the instant they struck the ground into bloodred, wrathful vajra warriors. Brandishing all manner of weapons, they attacked Two Realms Mountain.
Luo Menghong did not hesitate. He pointed his whisk toward the ghosts under his spell and called out.
“The Unborn Homeland lies ahead. Believers, there is no death and no birth, no birth and no death! Charge through! Once you cross, no one can stop us from returning to the embrace of the Unborn Venerable Mother!”
Madness filled the ghosts’ bloodred eyes. Howling wildly, they hurled themselves at Two Realms Mountain. To them, the blood-soaked mountain of blades ahead seemed less a place of slaughter than an endless hoard of gold and jewels, fine carriages, and beautiful women.